Posted in Life and After, Love

Prayers Late at Night

We call him

Over and over again,

Sitting next to the phone,


And praying,

And crying,

And praying again;

That he had reached home safe

And fallen deep asleep;

Or switched off his phone

After our fight last night;

Or run away

With the guy

His father is so against.

Anything’s better than

What the Police states…

They’ve found a body

In the bottom of the lake.



I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader, small-town woman and working mother with a fish-eye perspective. I have just published my first book, The Forest Bed and other short stories. If you like my stories on this blog, feel free to Like, Comment, Reblog and Share. You can reach me at or through my Facebook page

9 thoughts on “Prayers Late at Night

    1. Thank you, i’ve seen that dread in my parents when i… I was facing extreme depression and was lucky not return in a coffin. I’m still fighting the disease every day but i remind myself what is at stake. Even after 14 years, my mother still says, ‘anything’ is preferable to that.

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